contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[sulahnan]

She doesn't even try to look innocent, she just shrugs.

"I'll work on it. Not the mead. Wysteria's house is incredibly haunted."

[bouchonne]

"I'll take your word for it. I've never had much fondness for ghosts."

[sulahnan]

"Especially when there are so many better spirits to be acquainted with."

[bouchonne]

He lifts his glass. A pun worthy of his own wit.

[sulahnan]

Ah, satisfaction. Somehow Athessa couldn't have predicted what scoring a point in a not-quite-battle of wits with Byerly would feel like, but his simple acknowledgment of her pun is very satisfying.

She smiles down at her glass.

[bouchonne]

"Well," he says with a shrug, "thank you for the bottle. Always exciting to discover something new."

The comment has the air of will that be it? Because Byerly is deeply, deeply dedicated to dodging discussing his feelings.

[sulahnan]

Athessa nods, and moves to stand. "A new version of something old, at least. My grandmother used to make rowan mead at the end of every summer."

Instead of moving towards the door, she steps around the side of his desk to stand beside his chair, looking down at him apologetically. "But now I have to subject you to something truly awful."

[bouchonne]

That brings a ripple of tension into his shoulders and neck. Perhaps it's the spy training that's left him deeply paranoid, or perhaps it's the wariness of a kid who constantly got his ass kicked who grew up into a man who constantly gets his ass kicked, but he can't hear something like that and not stress a little. Even from this source. Hell, maybe especially from this source - Athessa is of the sort of character where he wouldn't be shocked if she hit him one day.

"And that is?"

[sulahnan]

The action might surprise him, but it won't be because of its speed; Athessa is markedly unhurried as she leans down to wrap her arms around his shoulders. It's something of an awkward hug, with him more or less sideways to her and seated where she's standing, but that's all it is. A hug. Her cheek rests against his back.

"Thank you for apologizing. I'm sorry I worried you."

[bouchonne]

"I - "

Byerly is not good at hugging. You might think that all those passionate embraces might give him some ability when it comes to tender embraces, but - nope; he's stiff and uncertain what to do with hands, elbows, et cetera. And so when she hugs him, he sits there a moment, and then reaches up and pats her hand. It's not patronizing or dismissive; rather, it's just sort of nervous. But still heartfelt.

"You didn't worry me. It's fine."

[sulahnan]

"You were so concerned about me," she insists, with a little squeeze for emphasis. And then, when she lets go, she makes a little moue of regret.

"You care so much about my well-being that the mere thought that I'd been hurt distressed you silly. There's no use denying it. I know how you really feel."

[bouchonne]

By is too pallid and bloodless to blush, but the little twitch he gives in response to that embarrassing accusation conveys a sense of embarrassment nevertheless.

"I was - overdramatic," he says. Not quite an admission, but probably as close as she'll get. "It must have been quite obnoxious. You have my apologies."

[sulahnan]

Athessa grins, cheeky, and nods knowingly.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone," then, hedging, she shrugs. "Maybe Baz."

If there's anyone that already knows By's a big softie, it'd be Bastien.

[bouchonne]

"Ah," he says, looking down with a rather awkward smile. "Please don't. I don't want him to be disappointed in me."

[sulahnan]

"For caring? I don't think you have to worry."

She walks back to the side of the desk she's supposed to be on, though she doesn't return to her seat. If he doesn't actually have any questions about what happened at Medrod's inn, then the delivery of mead and receipt of apology is plenty.

[bouchonne]

"For being unkind to you," he replies with a small tilt of his head. "He's never well pleased by my unkindness."

[sulahnan]

Athessa crosses her arms over the back of the chair, leaning on it as she looks at Byerly. Her expression is one of consideration, the line of her mouth tucked towards one cheek.

"Well, alright," she concedes after a moment, clucking her tongue against the back of her teeth. "I forgave you for it already so he's got nothing to be displeased about, anyway."